This week has been a roller coaster. Dusty and I have both been sick with "flu-like symptoms," I've had to miss work, and perhaps even worse, we had to miss the first few sessions of the Streets on Fire conference back at the Vineyard.
But we made ourselves go last night. And it was like a long, cool drink for this parched heart of mine.
They brought in a worship leader from Morning Star, and you can check him out here, he's great. After the second song last night, he starts strumming a new tune on his guitar. The rest of the band (Vineyard's very own Embers) start giving each other quizzical looks, "this is not on the set list," kind of looks. And he says, "So this song has been on my mind all day. It's an oldie. Uhh... we'll see what happens."
Remember that camp song, where you'd sing really loud with obnoxious hand motions: "I'VE GOT A RIVER OF LIFE FLOWING OUT OF ME! MAKES THE LAME TO WALK AND THE BLIND TO SEE! OPENS PRISON DOORS, SETS THE CAPTIVES FREE! I'VE GOT A RIVER OF LIFE FLOWING OUT OF ME!"
Yeah, it was that song. At first I was appalled. Lord, I am not singing that song. No way.. no way.. no... hey... wait... This. Is. Awesome!
And the place erupts and I kid you not when I say the presence of the Lord descended in a way that I've never quite felt before.
All because of a camp song.
The rest of the conference is being wrapped up this morning, but you can download all the audio archives at www.vineyardcampbellsville.com
And I'm gonna warn you: these sermons are not for the faint of heart! The one I heard last night was chock-full of wisdom, but some of it I feel I need to search out further and glean for myself. It's just very, very contrary to a lot of stuff I've been taught in my life. But contrary does not always mean bad.